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    "Ok here, I put his number in!" Izuku smiles and hands Shoto back his phone. "I still can't get over how fancy your new phone is."
                          
    "It's not that fancy. But thank you anyway Midoriya." Shoto responds "I'm going to go now." 
                          
    "Get yo man!" Izuku waves as Shoto leaves his dorm. 
                          
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"Hello"




                          
"Who the fuck are you?"




                          
    Shoto sighed. If he said who he was, he would probably just be blocked. Instead Shoto decided to do something, selfish.




                          
"Just someone from your school."




                          
"And who the fuck is that?"




                          
"Someone who happens to find you interesting."

                          


                          
"What the fuck? Is this gonna be some dumb ass 'don't tell anyone' bullshit. FUCK OFF!"





                          
"No? You can tell whoever you want, I'm not gonna stop you."

                          


                          
    The quilt started rising. Ok maybe this was a horrible idea. But he had come this far, no stopping now.





                          
"Then why are you texting me?"




                          
"I'm interested in you."

                          



                          
"I don't talk to fans."





                          
"I wouldn't necessarily call myself a fan, but sure."

                          



                          
"Whatever, fuck off!"





                          
"I don't want too."





                          
"THEN WHAT DO YOU WANT?!?!"





                          
"A conversation."





                          
"I don't."





                          
"How has your day been?"





                          
"Worse now that I'm talking to you."





                          
"Well I worked on my quirk and studied with friends."





                          
"Sounds boring"





                          
"Well I guess my days aren't that entertaining."





                          
"So what you text me to make your day entertaining? Do this whole 'hidden identity' bullshit than expose all the texts and make fun of me?"





                          
"What?"
"No. I don't understand."





                          
"Ugh whatever. At least tell me your gender or some shit?"





                          
"He/Him"





                          
"So I got a male stalker?"





                          
"I'm not a stalker. I don't watch you or take photos, I'm simply texting you."





                          
"Yeah texting me hiding your identity."





                          
"Well I was going to tell you who I was, but I couldn't bring myself to do so."





                          
"WHY NOT?"





                          
"I was embarrassed."





                          
"Why the hell would you be fucking embarrassed? I'm gonna treat you the same, like shit, no matter who you said you were."





                          
"Like I said before, I'm interested in you. I don't want you to know who I am."





                          
"Huh?"





                          
"I'm interested in you, I was going to tell you that. But I got nervous and backed down. Selfish I know, but I wanted to talk to you."

                          



                          
"Is this some kind of fucked prank?"





                          
"No. I'm being 100% honest."





                          
"Whatever. I'm busy now anyway, I'm going to the gym."
"DON'T FOLLOW ME THERE OR SOMETHING FREAK!!!"





                          
"I wasn't going to, goodbye."